Veris leta facies
mundo propinatur,
hiemalis acies
victa iam fugatur,
in vestitu vario
Flora principatur,
nemorum dulcisono
que cantu celebratur.

The joyous face of spring
turns to the world,
winter’s army
now flees, defeated;
dressed in bright colors
Flora reigns,
the harmony of sweet nature
praises her in song.

[CreationBear]

latet anguis in herba

[oculus]

Do you say I'm serpentine?

[CreationBear]

You alive inside your frail house
And you think, in the opened cold
Of the surface of things and its terrors
And of the mistaken, mortal
Arrogance of the snakes
As the vines, growing insanely, sent
Great powers into their bodies
And the freedom to strike without warning...

[oculus]

I grow old, I grow old. I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Incidentally, what is all the fuss about autofocus?